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You know my mom's always glad to see her friends
Especially girls I went school with and boys, but, you know
I don't understand middle-aged people nowadays
I don't understand them, I don't know
No sooner and I got here last Friday
I was in a hurry trying to make rehearsal and everything
And there stood right up beside the stage door
Stood a friend of mine, honest to goodness, I'm-, I'm-
I'm older than she is and she looked like my mother
There she's stood the hell over here
All big and fat waiting on me
And, and just a grinning, standing there grinning
Didn't have a one tooth and it was right in front
How did you work at the biggest job
Snapping holes and donuts down there?
I said, "Girl, why don't you," and she come over
"You sure do look good"
I said, "Why don't you pick yourself up? Your husband did
You got all that insurance and all them houses
And then once you pick yourself up, take off some that weight
And lift up some of it you, you ought to be ashamed of yourself
Look at your head
She say, "Yoshi, you make me feel so bad"
I said, "I don't care if I do," I said, "Pick yourself up"
She said, "You make me feel like committing suicide"
She said, "How you commit suicide?"
I said, "All you got to do is just to get you a good .38
And be sure it's loaded all the way around
Measure three inches below your left breast and pull the trigger"
Did you know that fool went home and shot herself to the knee?
Written by: Vivienne Stephenson
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